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Bellibella: My Lily is an eleven-year-old girl. :] In all seriousness, I was hoping I made it clear that Lily, while still young and unsure, perhaps a little shy (Ollivander is scary!), is a pretty outgoing and confident girl. You'll see it evolve more as the story progresses.

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Author's Note: This chapter is more of a filler chapter, depicting the rest of Lily's summer before she goes off to Hogwarts. I really wanted to show the family dynamic and introduce some more characters. The chapter didn't go the way I originally intended to but meh, oh well. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2: Godric Gryffindor and Rose Weasley

Lily's excitement for Hogwarts continued throughout the summer but she still had almost all of July and August until school. She spent most of her time playing Quidditch with her family. Her entire family loved the sport; her father had been a

Seeker as a first year, and her mother even played professionally. James had made the school team in his second year as a Chaser, like his mother. Since James needed someone to keep against him, he often made Albus, who had been wary of getting on a broom at first, keep for him, starting Al's love for the sport.

Lily started to fly at just four years old. All three of the kids had shared a toy broomstick, passed down from James, to Albus, and finally to Lily. When Albus turned five, Lily was finally able to have it, but before it could even be given to her, James had accidently stepped on it.

Lily cried and cried for hours, long after Ginny had sent James to his room and given Lily some sweets. Her father had come home from work to find Lily crying, locked in her room. Her father had unlocked the door with kind, soothing words, but he couldn't make Lily leave her closet.

"No!" She sniffled. "I don't want to come out!"

"Not even to fly?" her dad had said. Little Lily had lifted her head, and grabbed his outstretched hand.

That night was a night Lily swore she would never forget.

Her father had grabbed his broom and headed into the backyard, Lily eagerly following him. He placed the broom on the ground.

"Lily, put your hand over the broom and call it up." Lily shook her head.

"I can't do it."

"Sure, you can."

"No, I don't want to."

"Aw, please."

"No." She crossed her arms and pouted.

"Well, you don't know what you're missing," her father said, smiling, as he slowly reached his arm out over the broom. Lily beat him to it. She thrust out her little arm and cried, "UP!"

The broom turned over on the ground.

"See?" Her dad said. "You made it move."

"But I couldn't make it come up, like you do." She sniffled, almost back to tears.

"Yeah, but its rolling over is a good thing."

"It is?"

"Sure it is. It's like a dog rolling over onto his back to have his belly scratched. The broom likes you."

Lily grinned. Her father stretched out his hand, called up, and flung his leg over the broom. He pushed off the ground, hovering just a few feet above the ground.

"Daddy!" Lily cried. "Daddy, don't forget me!"

Her father reached down and grabbed his daughter's hand, easily pulling her up onto the broom in front of him.

"Hold on tight, now," he said as Lily gripped the handle in front of her as hard as she could.

And they were off. Harry pushed off the ground, sending the two of them soaring up higher and higher. They flew for almost an hour, and not just around her home but also all throughout the country. They were up so high, flying through the clouds, flying so fast, and soon they were surrounded by the stars.

Lily was laughing, reaching for the stars, but she couldn't get a hold of any of them. Her father was laughing and whooping behind her, enjoying this as much as her.

Later that night when they finally had gotten back home, cold and shivering but happier than anything, Ginny had screamed and screamed at both of them, saying things like how reckless it was and about Lily's safety, but all Lily could think about was being so high, the entire world down below, just spending time with the millions of stars stretched out before her eyes.

Lily had been flying ever since.

So she spent the entire summer practicing with James and Albus, helping them prepare for the upcoming seasons. She played various positions. She played chaser against Al when he played keeper. She played as a beater a lot, as it was good practice for both her brothers. She was a decent chaser, and an all right beater, but too small to ever be successful as one. Her best position was clearly seeker, but she didn't play it often as they lived in a Muggle village, and seeker wasn't need when it was just the five of her family. She only played seeker during the summer on her cousin Rose's birthday.

It was August 31. The day before leaving for Hogwarts. It was also Rose's birthday and the Godric's Hollow festival. Every August 31, a big festival was thrown in honor of Godric's Hollow and its founder Godric Gryffindor. It was a cute muggle ordeal, with many of the villagers participating. Some people sold items at makeshift carts. There were small games set up along with food carts. It was generally a good time for everyone.

The Potters and Weasleys always spent the day together outside on the street, enjoying the festival, before going back to her Aunt and Uncle's for a Quidditch game and an outdoor barbeque birthday party for Rose. They had done it for years.

This is what Lily was getting ready for the morning of August 31. She was standing in front of the mirror, picking and pulling at her hair. It was too red for her taste, although it had been getting darker as she got older. Disgruntled, she pulled it back into a ponytail. It should be out of her face for the game later, anyway. She pulled on her old jeans and a tank top. She was tying the laces to her runners when James appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Lils, are you almost ready?" He was in jeans and a t-shirt, his black hair untamed in the back where it never seemed to lay flat. "Mum says we're leaving soon."

"Sure." She pulled tight on her laces one last time. "Let's go."

Her brother put his arm around her shoulder, a sweet gesture until he shoved her on the stairs. She shoved back. The two bounded down the staircase, shoving and pushing each other the whole way, laughing.

Albus was already in the living room. He was curled up on the sofa, a schoolbook in hand, reading peacefully until James entered. James swiped the book out of Al's hands.

"Hey!" Al protested.

"Come on, nerd." James threw the book to the corner. "It's the last day of summer. Who reads books during the summer, anyway?"

Albus got up grumbling, mumbling something about people who actually passed their classes. The three children headed out to the front porch to meet their parents.

"Ready?" their dad asked. The kids nodded, and they headed into the town square.

The festival was set up around the statue in the center of the square. Lily often came out here at night to sit on the statue and read or write in her journal. She would look up into the face of her grandmother, her namesake and wonder what she was like, wishing she was still alive to talk with. Lily was sure that her grandmother would have the most interesting stories to tell.

Of all of the children, Lily was the one who thought about her father and his past the most. It was most disconcerting to find out that the bedtime stories he used to tell her—grand stories of fighting dragons and trolls and giant dogs with three heads—were actually real. Sometimes the magnitude of what her father had done and how he had saved the world overwhelmed her so she would just sit here and look into the face of her grandparents and her father as a baby until she was calm.

Today, as the family passed, both Harry and Lily Potter gave the monument, transformed just for their eyes, a long look before moving on into the loud, rambunctious crowd. Standing on her tiptoes, Ginny looked around the square.

"I don't see them," she muttered to her husband. Harry looked around as well.

"Harry! Ginny!" Turning to the voice, the family saw their relatives pushing their way through the crowd towards them.

Hermione was waving wildly and dragging her son, Hugo, who looked rather put out to be holding his mother's hand, along. Ron stood out as he was taller than most of the crowd, Rose by his side, the two strolling along casually behind Hermione and Hugo.

"Ron, Hermione!" Harry and Ginny exclaimed. The adults exchanged hugs, handshakes and kisses as Rose and Hugo joined Lily, James and Albus.

"Hey!" Hugo said excitedly, joining Albus and Lily. The three of them had always been very close. Rose and James, as the older siblings, tended to group off alone, not wanting their little siblings to follow them everywhere.

"Hey," Albus and Lily replied.

The families split into two groups. The adults mingled in the square, and the children, armed with muggle money, went to enjoy the festival.

The festival was a fun time as always. As the adults sat at a small café in town, overlooking the festivities and catching up, the children ran through the games and carts. James and Hugo signed up to have pies thrown at them, and Lily proved her skill as a Chaser by hitting James in the face on her first try. Rose had less luck, but she still managed to cream her brother by throw three. The five ate funnel cake and cotton candy and caramel apples (Lily's favorite). James had won Lily a stuffed sheep by knocking down all the cans at one booth with a softball. When Hugo tried, he got a complimentary prize of a blow up sword, which he gave to his sister, just because it was her birthday. Rose smiled politely and thanked him, but managed to pop it discreetly and throw it away when Hugo wasn't looking.

It was a little after lunch time that the festival began to wrap itself up. People packed away their items for sale, taking down the umbrellas and tables used for their shop. The kids met their parents at the statue.

"You kids have fun?" Hermione asked.

"Yes!" All five of them proclaimed. They were smiling, their faces a little burnt from having spent all morning in the sun.

The families headed down the winding path towards the Weasley home. Hugo ran ahead to walk with his mother, rambling on about his day and exactly what they had all done.

"And then at the pie event, Lily hit James on her first try!" he was saying, enthusiastically, as his mother nodded with a bemused smile. " It was a good throw, too. She creamed him right in his face. He was covered! James was mad, of course. But even he couldn't deny it was a good throw."

"Did Lily hit you too?" Hermione asked, grabbing the collar of her son's shirt, where there was still whipped cream.

"Nah," Hugo said. "That was Rose. You should have seen her at the one booth though, Mum! You had to hit the weight at the bottom with a hammer and how high it went said how strong you were. There was a muggle in front of her, he couldn't get it to go higher than five feet, and Rose just take the hammer and nails it! It hit the top bell!"

Rose smirked.

"That boy sure can talk," Harry said to Ron. Ron nodded with a grin.

"It's something he got from his mother."

Upon arriving at the Weasley home, Hugo and James changed into clean clothes. Hermione made them all sandwiches for a late lunch. Harry and Ron sat at the island in the kitchen on stools, sipping their drinks, discussing the upcoming Quidditch game.

"So what are the teams going to be?" Harry asked Ron.

"Well, we have Rose and Hugo as beaters for one team. George is coming to the game, he can play as beater for the other team. I'm keeping. Are you playing as Seeker?"

"Nah." Harry shook his head. "Lily wants to play Seeker. I'll probably sit out, unless I'm needed. Ginny's going to play, though. As Chaser, with James."

"Ginny's playing?" Ron groaned. "Now the Weasleys are really going to lose."

Meanwhile, James and Hugo were playing Exploding Snap in Hermione's impeccably clean living room.

"Mum's gonna kill you, Hugh," Rose said as she entered with Lily. "She spent all morning cleaning for the party."

"Yeah, yeah." He waved her off, stacking a card on the top of the pyramid. The entire room held its breath and the tower teetered, nearly falling over before regaining its balance.

Rose took a seat on the couch next to James, while Lily sat on the floor next to the game.

"I call winner." Lily said.

"I doubt there will be time," Al said, without even looking up from the game. He quickly placed a card down, the tower holding steady. "Everyone's due to arrive in a few minutes."

As if to prove his point, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Rose called, getting up to answer the door.

There were loud movements in the foyer as the parents joined Rose. Loud voices carried down to the living room. George and Angelina had arrived.

Hugh placed his card down and balanced it perfectly before taking his hand away, just as little Fred came running into the room. He slid right into the game, taking down the tower of cards as well as Hugo, Albus and Lily with it.

"No!" Hugo yelled, his voice muffled from being stuck under Lily. "I was just about to win!"

"Sorry!" Fred said. "Look, I can fix it, the cards didn't explode yet."

Fred pulled all the cards into a pile, scooped them up in his hands and handed the to Hugo.

"See, look. They're fine."

Hugo looked skeptical as he took the cards, and they exploded in his face. Coughing and sputtering, his face and clothing as well as the floor around him covered in soot and ash, he glared at Fred and stalked off towards the kitchen. Lily followed.

"Don't be so mad at him," she hissed.

"He exploded my cards!" Hugo yelled.

"Hugh, he's just a little kid. He doesn't know what he's doing." Lily grabbed the vacuum. "Go change, I'll clean up in the living room."

Grumbling, Hugo headed upstairs and Lily went back into the living room, empty of everyone now except for Fred, who was attempting to brush the ash into his hands and throw it out.

"Hey." Lily nudged him gently out of the way and started to vacuum. "Don't mind Hugh. He can be a git."

Fred sat on the floor and nodded glumly. Lily stopped the vacuum and nudged him with her foot.

"Hey, come on. You know, your dad is gonna kick his arse in the game today."

Fred grinned wickedly.

The game took placed late that afternoon. Her dad and Uncle Ron had somehow transformed the backyard into a Quidditch pitch, and placed many anti-muggle charms on the area to keep the muggles out and unable to see the game. There was apparently a boundary around the whole area, and as Lily looked around the field, she swore that there more trees than usual and the neighbors' house was just a small blemish on the horizon.

The final teams came down to Team Rose, in honor of her birthday, and Team Potters plus George and Bill (George insisted that they couldn't be lumped into 'Team Potters'). On Team Rose, Ron was Keeper, Rose and Hugo were Beaters, Charlie was Seeker, and Victoire, Louis and Dominique were Chasers. On Team Potters plus George and Bill, Al was Keeper, George and Bill were Beaters (a choice, Bill said, he might regret), Lily was Seeker, and James, Ginny and Teddy Lupin were Chasers.

The rest of the Weasley family sat on the back deck of Hermione and Ron's house. Molly Weasley was playing with baby Molly, who was not even two years old yet. Percy was standing above her with his wife, Audrey, and the three were talking as Molly blew a raspberry on her granddaughter's stomach. Little Molly giggled. Angelina was sitting at a table with her daughter, Roxy, and Fred, who at four and eight, respectively, were too young to play in the Quidditch game. Fleur was with her, and the two were talking. Arthur was with Hermione, who was cooking the food. Every year, he was still just as fascinated with the muggle grill.

Every year the family always said that the game was just a friendly game, barely mattering. But every year, the game got more serious as the kids got older. Rivalries had begun to form, and the result of the game was talked about almost until Christmas time.

Harry, who was refereeing the game, tried to remind them about this.

"Okay, guys," he said, playing with the whistle in his hands. "This is just a friendly match, remember. Lily's only eleven so don't be too rough."

Lily rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Ginny and Ron, shake hands."

"You're going down, Gin," Ron said.

"Oh please, just like you said last year when I kicked your butt?"

Lily walked up to Charlie.

"Don't go easy on me," she said seriously, her eyes narrowed. Charlie laughed and patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay, kid."

"I mean it!" she said. Lily hated it when people didn't take her seriously because of her size. But she would show him. "I won't go easy on you."

Lily walked back to her team, a little nervous. This was the first year she was allowed to play in the real game. Usually, she was stuck in the kids' game after dinner, where they played with soccer balls just barely above the ground. There was no fun in the chase of the snitch if your team wasn't seriously playing. Charlie was a really good Seeker, too. Lily closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, calming herself.

"On my mark," Harry said. He blew the whistle.

The teams were off. Lily pushed into the air, and began to fly large, lazy circles around the pitch, high above the ground, keeping a sharp eye out for the snitch. Charlie joined her, flying in the opposite direction.

Her team was solid. Ginny was exceptionally talented and had taught both James and Teddy as they were growing up. The three flew towards the goal, James tossing the Quaffle to Teddy, who rolled out of the way of a Bludger hit by Hugo. Rose was ready on the other side and hit the Bludger right back towards Teddy, hitting him and forcing him to drop the Quaffle. Rose and Hugo, who argued constantly, were an impeccable team on the field, all arguments left on the ground.

Victoire caught the Quaffle, and headed towards Albus. George hit a Bludger in her direction but she dropped the Quaffle into her brother's arms and dove out of the way. Louis sped off towards the goals, his speed allowing his father's Bludger to miss him easily. He threw the ball towards the center goalpost and Al caught it easily.

As the very close game progressed, with no sign of the snitch, Lily could see the dynamics of the teams. While her team had incredible Chasers, and one good beater (nothing against her Uncle Bill, but it was clear he hadn't played a lot of that position to begin with, not to mention how long it had been since he'd played), they had Bill as a beater and her brother keeping.

And me as a Seeker, she thought. She shook her head, trying not to let the nerves get the better of her.

Her brother was talented, but he was only twelve, and Louis, who was in his fifth year at Hogwarts, was chaser on the Gryffindor team, and Victoire had been captain in her years at Hogwarts. Dominique, a third year, was a chaser on the Ravenclaw team. Despite this, their skills were no match for her Chasers. Her mother made sure that the possession of the Quaffle stayed mostly with her team.

The problem was, her uncle was also a good keeper. However, once he missed one, he started to let more in until he regained his confidence. There was also Rose and Hugo to worry about. Despite their young age, their teamwork as beaters was fierce, and James and Teddy were continuously forced by the Bludgers to drop the Quaffle or pass more often than needed, slowing down the scoring process.

It was becoming clearer that the game would come down to who caught the snitch. Lily swallowed nervously. They had been playing for a while now, and the score was 60-40, in Team Rose's favor. She picked up the pace of her flying, straining to see something, anything.

Then the snitch flew right in front of her face. She lashed out at it, missing the ball. It hovered for a split second in front of her, as if teasing her, before flying straight up and out of sight.

Lily leaned down low against her broom and took off after the ball, cursing to herself. Her pause had caused her to miss the snitch and now she may have lost it. Speeding up, she continued to fly straight up into the air, leaving the game down below her. Charlie, who had been watching the game more than looking for the snitch, saw her leave a little late, and was now flying fast to try and catch up with her.

Up in the air, Lily saw the snitch, still going upwards. She reached her hand out for it, still a distance away. This was it. She was getting closer. She could catch the snitch and win the game! Her fingertips were just inches away from it when the strangest things happened in quick succession.

As if hitting a wall, the snitch suddenly stopped, and bounced off in the other direction. Lily, confused, went to turn and follow but found herself hitting the invisible wall as well with a crunch. The impact was surprising and unexpected, and the angle of the broom paired with the way she had been sitting, loosely holding on, left her in a bad position to suddenly hit an invisible wall.

As she fell backwards off her broom, she calmly thought that this invisible wall had to have been one of the boundaries her father and uncle had put up to keep the balls inside their Quidditch Pitch. There was a rushing in her ears as she fell, her back rushing to the ground, as she looked up into the sky. It was deceptive, she couldn't help but think. The sky stayed there, the same size, as if she wasn't falling, betraying the truth that she was rushing to the ground.

Then Lily opened her mouth and started screaming.

"Harry, I think you should play as Seeker for the rest of the game."

Her mother, her Aunt Hermione and her grandmother had sat Lily on the ground and were hovering around her, making sure she was alright.

She was alright, as she kept trying to tell her family. Her uncle Charlie had been just a bit below her, also chasing the snitch, when she started to fall. He caught her easily and she rode with him on his broom to catch her broom and go back to the ground. Once Charlie got close enough to the action, he signaled to Harry for a time out. Charlie landed, promptly told the family what had happened, and caused the flock of worrisome women to suddenly surround Lily.

"I'm fine!" Lily protested, standing up. "It was an accident. I'm fine. Let's continue the game."

"Harry." Hermione shot her father a look.

"Lils, maybe it's not the greatest idea that you finish the game," Harry said softly.

"NO! Dad, you don't understand!" she exclaimed, rushing towards her father. "I never get to play. Let me finish, please!"

She stared at her father, blue eyes wide, and jutted her lower lip into her best pout.

"Lily Luna Potter, suck that lip back in before you trip on it," her mother said. "You are not to play the game and that's final."

"Mum, no! That's not fair!" Lily stormed off to pick her broom off the ground. "You've had worse things happen to you, and you still got to play!"

"I was a professional," her mother said coolly. Harry glanced between his daughter and his wife, looking eerily similar with their bright red hair, angry stance and murderous glare.

"Ginny, let her play." Ginny rounded angrily on her husband. He put his hands up in front of him in a truce offering. "If she promises not to fly that high again, and to hold on tight."

"I promise, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She ran over to her father and threw her arms around his waist. Harry laughed and mused her hair.

"Be careful." He told her, but Lily had already run off to join her teammates.

Back in the air, the game continued for a while longer. Charlie followed Lily more closely this time, and they continued to circle the field, much lower than before. The two seekers were behind Albus when Lily saw the snitch.

James had just scored and the two had watched him take the shot. The score was now 130-100, still in Team Rose's favor. The snitch was floating, just behind James's head. Lily took off again at full speed, lying flat along her broom.

"Shit," she heard her uncle murmur behind her.

She was halfway across the field by now. Rose or Hugo, she wasn't sure which, hit a Bludger towards her. She rolled over in the air, the Bludger passing so close to her broom handle that she felt it brush against her fingers harmlessly. Flipping right side up, she flew straight through Dominique, Louis and Victoire. The three siblings scattered as Lily, followed closely by Charlie, flew through. She could hear Charlie gaining speed. He was almost right next to her.

"No, no, no," she muttered. "Go faster. Go!"

She urged her broom to go faster, pulling ahead by just a little bit. She let go of the broom with one hand, stretching her arm out, reaching for the snitch. Charlie did the same thing on her right. Despite his lag behind her, his long arms reached to just about the same spot as her short arms did.

"Go, Lilybean, go!" her father called from the ground. And as if knowing how tempted Lily was to look over to him, he added: "Don't take your eyes of the snitch!"

Forcing her focus back on the snitch, Lily was determined to win this game for Dad, who had taught her how to fly and how to play Quidditch.

"James, watch out!" Ron called from the goalpost as Lily and Charlie got closer. James, in mid celebration of his score, looked behind him to see the snitch and two Seekers flying right at him. He dove out of the way just in time.

Lily stretched her arm as far as she could and reached for the snitch. She felt Charlie's hand close over hers as she wrapped her fingers around the snitch. Pulling up and out of the chase, her hand holding the snitch high above her head with pride, she shouted with happiness. She heard her team members' cheer.

Her brothers tackled her as she landed on the ground.

"Lily, that was awesome!" James shouted. Al nodded fervently.

"Absolutely incredible!" The three children were jumping up and down, shouting with glee and cheering.

"Team Potter wins, 250 to 130!" Her father called, as he walked over to his children.

"Team Potter plus George and Bill!" George added as he landed.

"Dad!" Lily broke free from her brothers' arms and ran towards her dad. He bent down with his arms open, catching Lily as she jumped into the hug. She clung tightly to him, laughing, as he spun her around. He placed her back on the ground.

"Congratulations, Lilybean." She beamed and placed the snitch into her dad's hand.

"I won it for you." Lily ran back to her brothers, who were now being congratulated by the rest of their team. Harry watched his daughter go. Glancing down at the snitch placed in his hand, he couldn't help but smile. He felt a small hand slip into his own. Turning, he looked at his wife.

"She loves you very much," Ginny said quietly to him. Harry smiled, and swallowed hard.

"Yeah," he choked out. "I know."

The game was the main conversation that night at the dinner table. Two long tables had been set up in the middle of the backyard, now transformed back to its original state. They all helped themselves to a mostly delightful meal. It was clear what meals Grandma Weasley made and what Hermione had made: Hermione's food, black and charred, lay untouched at one end of the table.

"Did you see that score James made?" Angelina was saying to Ginny as she mashed the food on her daughter's plate. "Your son is quite talented."

George, on the other side of his wife, was staring at Ron a few seats down. Ron shifted, uncomfortable.

"What?" George looked to Rose and Hugo, sitting across their parents. He shook his head, mouth agape, flabbergasted. "What, George?"

George turned back to Ron. "You've finally done something right with your life."

The family laughed but George continued. "No, seriously. These two are ferocious. Gryffindor will be unstoppable when Hugh is placed on the team with Rose."

"Even more so when Lily is placed as seeker," Charlie added, winking at his niece. Lily frowned.

"Did you go easy on me?" she asked. Charlie laughed.

"Kid, I wish I had gone easy on you. The loss would be easier on my ego then."

The large family stayed out late. The cake was brought out as the sun was setting. The entire family sang Rose happy birthday, as her ears turned as red as her curly, bushy hair.

After the cake had been eaten, and the presents opened, the little kids were allowed to ride their brooms, hovering just above the grass. Molly was a nervous wreck as she watched Roxy slide off her broom.

"Molly, calm down," Angelina said, sparing a critical glance for her youngest. Fred got off his broom and helped his little sister up, brushed the grass off of her, and helped her back on her broom. "Her feet touch the grass when she flies."

The older children flew up to the roof of the house, having their own party up there. As the other kids talked, Lily lay next to her Firebolt, looking at the stars, thinking. Al laid on her other side. The siblings lay in a comfortable silence.

"Where did Teddy and Tori go?" James asked. Dominique snorted.

"Probably to snog somewhere."

"Shh," Rose said. "The show's about to begin."

All of the kids turned to the sky, looking up quietly and patiently. Every year, Uncle George set off a grand display of Weasleys' Wild-Fire Whiz Bangs to say goodbye to summer. As the flashes went off, the kids oohed and aahed the fireworks.

"Oooh, look!" Rose cried, pointing up. The fireworks had just formed 'Happy Birthday, Rose!', complete with her face in fireworks next to it.

The flashes continued, casting colored shadows across the faces of the children. It was a warm summer night. Lily couldn't help but think, as she lay on the roof, warm, full and happy, surrounded by her family, her closest friends, that this was going to be the best year yet.

Author's Note: Wow. Eleven pages. I hope you enjoyed it. As a general note, I don't update until I get at least one review so… Please review!